AMBIVALENCE . tsukishima kei [✓]

𝐂𝐇37 : 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸

[ third person ]

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"[y/n]."

"[y/n]." Tsukishima drawled out tiredly to the female who was fast asleep. He slipped his hand under her arms, pulling her upwards. "You're crushing my legs."

"Shut up, fat bitch." [y/n] muttered in her half asleep state, situating herself on his upper half. Her body was draped along his abdomen, her head nuzzled under his chin as they laid in bed.

Tsukishima huffed, "I did not miss that."

"Tch, shut up. Me and my morning attitude is a packaged deal." [y/n] murmured, slowly falling back asleep in his warm hold.

The male reached up and placed a hand on the back of her head, gently brushing a hand over her hair. "Yeah, whatever. I know what I signed up for."

"Mhmm."

The night before, the two had taken a bath together as promised but failed to talk afterwards because they ended up doing it once more in the bath. The moment they got dressed and sat on the now clean bed, their bodies moved towards one another and they fell asleep in each other's arms. They didn't really mind the fact that they didn't get to talk since there wasn't much to talk about.

Tsukishima laid there. [y/n]'s body weight was comforting, constantly reminding him of her presence as she slept soundly. Her soft breathing would brush against his neck every time she exhaled. He was practically blind without his glasses that were waiting patiently in the same spot on the floor he had left them. Even though he couldn't see all too well, the way the sunlight would shine down through the cracks of the curtains, lightly warming their bare skin, it was all so unbelievable. He seriously wondered if this was all some cruel dream.

"Get off. You're heavy." Tsukishima muttered, trying to push the sleeping girl off of him in order to find his glasses and get ready for class. "We have a lecture soon."

"My fucking hips hurts, you whore." [y/n] whined, sliding off of him and curling up in the sheets. She bunched up the blanket, tucking it under her chin as she tried to slip back into dreamland. Unfortunately, Tsukishima wasn't about to let her skip a lecture.

"Get up." He now had his glasses on the bridge of his nose; his vision suddenly so clear that he could see all the love marks he had left on her. All he heard from her mouth were groans and grunts of discomfort. "Does it hurt that bad?"

"Yes."

He sighed, brushing a thumb over her cheek, almost melting when she nuzzled into his hand. "Fine. I'll come back later. Take a warm bath when you get out of bed."

"Come here." [y/n] motioned, lifting an arm. He did as told, stepping towards her. As soon as he was close enough, she punched him in the abdomen hard enough to catch him off guard. "That's for pissing me off for the last year and half."

He coughed, "fair."

The male who recovered gathered all of his belongings, opening her closet and pushing aside all of her clothes. In the back of the closet, there sat all of the clothes he had ever left here in this apartment by accident. Grabbing a single hoodie that he hadn't seen in months, he pulled it on and glanced back at [y/n]. "Wait for me."

The sleeping female didn't reply, and he shook his head with a small smile. "Bye."

[ t i m e s k i p ]

"Damn. My girlfriend has been trying to do all kinds of new things during sex recently. It's kinda getting troublesome." A male on the Sendai Frogs said as he pulled off his shirt, changing into his jersey for practice.

"Like what?"

"I don't know. She wants to use toys and ropes and shit. Not that I'm a vanilla guy, but it's getting more intense every time." He sighed. "I don't know how to tell her how to chill out."

His teammate chuckled, "is it really that bad? I personally think it'd be enjoyable."

"I mean, it can be a little interesting but too much is just bothersome."

"But sex should be fun and new."

"Nah, sex should be considered pleasurable for both people. What she's doing right now is not pleasurable for both of us."

The two continued their argument about what sex should consist of. Their fellow teammates were getting fed up with the constant arguing until someone walked through the door as the two asked for an opinion.

"What do you think?!"

Tsukishima stood in the doorway with a quirked eyebrow. He seriously couldn't be bothered to answer them because his idea of sex was strictly limited to 'sex with [y/n].'

The two males turned away to whisper to one another. "Nah, Tsukishima seems like a vanilla guy. We can't ask him."

Tsukishima rolled his eyes turning away from his idiotic teammates. After going to his lecture and heading over to practice, he was already tired and not in the mood to engage in any dumb conversations. Time was moving so slow now that he wished he could return to [y/n]'s side.

Grabbing the hem of his hoodie, he pulled it up over his head and stuffed it into his bag. The male was unaware of the quiet gasps and stares that bored into his back until he heard someone call out to him.

"Tsukki, bro, your back!" Koganegawa guffawed, choking on his laughter. Tsukishima rose an eyebrow, unsure of what Kogane was referring to.

"Guess Tsukishima isn't as vanilla as we thought." His teammates said as they eyed the red stripes on his back. They turned away and sighed, "I wish my girlfriend would do that instead of tying me up and whipping me."

"She whips you?! BAHAHA!"

"SHUT UP!"

Tsukishima pulled his jersey over his body and sighed, sitting down while grabbing his phone. A single text message had graced him a few moments ago which led to him opening it.

[ today 3:27PM ]

y/n
hurry up
come home
im tryna punch
you once more

kei
im never coming
back now

y/n
👩‍🦲
ik you'll come back
hurry up

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[ a/n : WOULD YALL BE OKAY IF MY NEXT BOOK WASNT A ROMANCE BOOK? like it'll still be somewhat about Tsukishima but there will be no romance in it at all👀 if not, I have two other plots that I could write next hehe ]